I’ve been waiting, less than patiently, for months. Any progress? Any change? ANYTHING?
Then, three days ago, DH calls to me from outside, “Honey, you need to come here!” (I can’t tell from his tone if he’s found something really cool in an on-purpose way, or something really cool in a strangely-unexpected way.) I go outside.
He’s not by the main garden bed. He’s not by the compost or pomegranate or mulberry. He’s back by the grills (yes, two) standing in a large puddle of water.
“Did something burst?” I ask.
“No no, I was just watering. Look over there,” he soothes with a nod to the back corner bed.
Before I’m even there I can see what it’s going to be…
Singing with color, prancing in illuminated drops of water, the broccoli has made broccoli.
Even the little runt of the bed is basking in the sunlight.
I hope they’ve survived the freezing rain we had yesterday under their blanket! Tomorrow will warm up enough to uncover them and survey the damage.